Start of the year,
the trees have yet to fully grow their leaves back
But it's still beautiful, its a new year, a new life.
Time goes by and spring begins.
You're mind is blooming and growing
You're changing, maturing.
Summer comes by eventually.
You have your life settled,
You're doing great, the weather is nice.
The trees start to change color back in autumn.
You're getting older now,
you're withering along with nature.
Winter is the final season.
Your final season.
It's been a good year, there's been nice memories.
But you're done now, its time to let go.
A new year starts back after,
a new life had begun, with your legacy attached.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Poetrypoetry is make whenever i get some sort of inspiration. a warning though is that some are from personal experiences so if it seems personal it probably is.
